AsClennamsaidthatitwashisfavouriteway，hefeltherhandfalteronhisarm，andsawtherosesshake。
’Willyouletmegiveyouone，MrClennam？IgatheredthemasI
cameoutofthegarden。Indeed，Ialmostgatheredthemforyou，thinkingitsolikelyImightmeetyou。MrDoycearrivedmorethananhourago，andtoldusyouwerewalkingdown。’
Hisownhandshook，asheacceptedaroseortwofromhersandthankedher。Theywerenowbyanavenueoftrees。Whethertheyturnedintoitonhismovementoronhersmatterslittle。Heneverknewhowthatwas。
’Itisverygravehere，’saidClennam，’butverypleasantatthishour。Passingalongthisdeepshade，andoutatthatarchoflightattheotherend，wecomeupontheferryandthecottagebythebestapproach，Ithink。’